It's nice to have you here. I'm CK. Jump over to my 'about' page - where I introduce myself properly. Watch some of my documentaries and short films below. I welcome independent TV production companies, producers, writers & fellow filmmakers to say "hi" via my 'contact' page, let's craft remarkable stories together.
It's nice to have you here. I'm CK. Jump over to my 'about' page - where I introduce myself properly. Watch some of my documentaries and short films below. I welcome independent TV production companies, producers, writers & fellow filmmakers to say "hi" via my 'contact' page, let's craft remarkable stories together.
It's nice to have you here. I'm CK. Jump over to my 'about' page - where I introduce myself properly. Watch some of my documentaries and short films below. I welcome independent TV production companies, producers, writers & fellow filmmakers to say "hi" via my 'contact' page, let's craft remarkable stories together.
MY PORSCHE
I'M NOT BRAGGING, BUT LOOK AT IT.
My intent isn't to sound overly egotistical, but I'm so proud of myself sometimes. Let me tell you about the first time I brimmed with pride. I'll never forget it. I was nine-years-old, and an optician told me, "You'll never be able to drive." The guy's lack of tact wasn't the most shocking thing about that afternoon, it's the fact I wept for two hours, then moved on, committing to never dwell on it again.
Sure, it's a shame I'll never be able to drive, and God help me if I ever move to LA (apparently, in LA, no car, no chance) but I've always understood the power of perspective. Yes, I'm incredibly short-sighted. Yes, my particular eye condition is not corrected by glasses. And yes, I won't be driving NASCAR anytime soon, but wow, I can see. just not really distant stuff. A blind person would trade places with me in a heartbeat, surely. This perspective has always been incredibly comforting for me, even as a nine-year old little brat.
A beautiful car is still in my future, though. You see, for as long as I can remember, my big brother has been a model big brother. Of course, as kids, we fought and argued like all siblings do, but I remember him interrupting his football match to run over and tie my shoe laces when I was six. I remember him making sure my experience at secondary school was super comfortable by telling his friends (the cool older kids) to always look out for me. I remember him getting me my first ever job, age 16. I remember him helping me complete the difficult paperwork to get me into university. I could go on, but no need.
Okay, just one more memory I need to share with you. For as long as I can remember, a classic Porsche 911, in black, with red seat belts, has been his dream car and for as long as I can remember, I've promised I'll buy him one one day, and I will. No amount of crappy eyesight will stop me.
